Fleur gently plucked the tea from the air and lifted it to breathe in the steam. While she was not terribly fond of most - if not all - British cooking, she certainly had a fondness for their drink of choice. It was certainly helpful, she'd found, in keeping her warm during the cold, rainy days she'd spent here.
She turned to face her friend, cup cradled in her hands, and suppressed a giggle at imagining a younger Cedric chasing his sister around. And then he said his last and she frowned, sitting up. "You don't know? Even at her age, she should react to sounds, yes?" She chewed her lip a moment. "But even if she cannot, that is all right, isn't it? Your family is already well adapted." But perhaps a father wouldn't see it that way. She reached out to settle a hand on his knee in what she intended as a comforting gesture. "She will be fine."